The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show.
*Originally posted August, 2013*
The other day we set out for the outlet malls.
We all piled into the van as usual with Chloe and Tessa fighting over which seat they’d get and Alena begging to PLEASE sit by Paige and NOT *eyeroll* by THEM.
Nothing new under the sun.
I settled my purse by my feet and secured my water bottle into the cup holder.
I handed Paige a book over my shoulder as she has trained me,
then I put the car in reverse.
I had just begun to back out of the driveway.
That was the moment a cry rang out from the backseat unlike any I had ever heard.
A WAIL like a siren.
A cry so loud,
so panic stricken,
so alarming,
that I was POSITIVE when I turned around there would be blood splatter on the back window, and limbs strewn about.
It was Tessa.
The veins in her neck were bulging and her eyes were the size of dinner plates.
She looked clammy.
I slammed on the brakes.
“Tessa?! What on EARTH is the matter?!” I asked.
When I heard the answer, I just sat frozen.
I locked eyes with her in the rear-view mirror and just kept staring for a minute.
Was this for real?
Was this really happening?
Was I being punked?
“My seatbelt isn’t buckled yet!”
She shrieked.
Now,
I am all for safety while in a car.
I am 100% on board with always ALWAYS buckling up.
I have actually reported parents to the police before whom I have seen driving with their toddler standing up on the rear seat completely unbuckled.
It wasn’t the being unbuckled.
It was the complete and utter PANIC that happened before and as she told me.
“Tessa. It’s OK,” I soothed.
“Just tell me next time.
Good grief! You almost gave me a stroke screaming out suddenly like that.”
It took a good 10 minutes for her to return to seeming her normal self.
15 before she was back to annoying Chloe.
The very next day, while applying my makeup, I heard footsteps.
It was Alena.
Her hands were clasped around something that I couldn’t see, and her face was ashen.
“Mama! I need help!” She said.
The tone of her voice was worry mixed with fear and had a dash of terror added.
She was almost shaking.
I got worried.
The weirdest thing is that the first thing my imagination came up with that was happening was that she was clasping some sort of mangled baby bird that the kitten had gotten ahold of.
I was picturing making sutures out of fishing line, and possibly having to heat the hot glue gun.
When she opened her hands, it took me a second to even figure out what she was holding.
What IS that?……
“Tessa broke it. I can’t get it to work now.”
Her voice cracked. She was on the very brink of tears.
The Laser pointer.
It was the LASER POINTER?!
The little key-chain attachment laser pointer that we got to play with the kitten and had maybe used 3 times?
The battery was missing.
The button was jammed.
For the love of all that is Holy.
Can someone please explain to me how a LASER POINTER is worthy of tears and trembling and this level of drama?
“Honey. This is NOT a crisis. I will fix it later when I’m done getting ready.”
“But the BUTTON IS STUCK!” She burst.
And that is when I realized:
My kids have NO ability to judge the difference between PERCEIVED crisis and ACTUAL crisis.
I also realized
it is far time that they learn.
Therefore,
I have created a master list of scenarios to aid in the detection of Actual Crisis.
When in doubt, they can access this list and weigh out the likenesses of their own situation in their own minds.
I hope this helps.
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PERCEIVED CRISIS vs. ACTUAL CRISIS
*There is a man with a chainsaw hiding in your rear floor-board after you pump gas.
You do not see him until it is too late.
*ACTUAL CRISIS
*Tessa won’t hang up her swimsuit and the floor by your bed got wet.
*PERCEIVED CRISIS
*Your shoelace gets caught in the rungs of the escalator at the mall and your foot is then detached at the ankle in front of multiple onlookers.
Mall goers shriek and panic.
A stampede breaks out.
*ACTUAL CRISIS
*”She got the pink one.”
*PERCEIVED CRISIS
*A flash flood ravages your entire county and the only way out of your home is by a helicopter that never comes.
You are forced to eat a beloved family pet.
*ACTUAL CRISIS
*Chloe is laying on the right side of the bed and you wanted that SIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDEEEEE. And she had it LAST time!!!!!!!
*PERCEIVED CRISIS
*You are casually looking out of a 50 story window when an earthquake hits, shattering the glass and pitching you outside where you hang on to the window ledge by your fingertips.
*ACTUAL
*The bee won’t leave your meat alone.
*PERCEIVED
* Your arm gets wedged in between boulders and you have to use your own pocket knife to cut it off and then find help after two days of drinking your own urine for hydration.
Everyone you love thinks you’re dead.
*ACTUAL CRISIS
*Someone drank the last watermelon Honest Kids and you really wanted that last Honest Kids because last time you asked for it and she took it and then she promised you that you could have it the next time but then she took it anyway even though she told you you could have it next time, and……
*PERCEIVED.
FLIPPING.
CRISIS.
To make matters even more clear, dear children, I have also composed a
CHECKLIST FOR ACTUAL CRISIS.
Use this for self evaluation:
Am I bleeding profusely?
Am I even bleeding at ALL?
Is a crime in progress that is punishable by time in a federal prison?
Do I, or someone around me, suddenly qualify for a teardrop tattoo?
Is the mere sight of it enough to cause someone to have an actual cardiac event?
Could I die from it?
Could someone I love die from it?
Has anyone in the history of time ever died from it?
If you have answered “Yes” to any of the above questions,
Proceed to “Actual Crisis Protocol” below.
*ACTUAL CRISIS PROTOCOL*
Call 911.
Obviously.
If you answered “No”, then you will follow “Perceived Crisis Protocol.”
*PERCEIVED CRISIS PROTOCOL*
Take a breath.
Sit down.
Consciously make your voice three octaves lower than is your first crisis-loving instinct.
(That VOICE you’re using almost gives ME reason to use Actual Crisis Protocol.)
*If something you own is cracked, broken, leaking, melting, wilting, running, torn, too soft, too hard, too cold or too hot- NOT A CRISIS.
*If you are bleeding but I would require a magnifying glass to locate the injury-
NOT A CRISIS.
*If anyone took your anything and you had it first – I repeat – NOT A CRISIS.
People have REAL needs around us!
Food.
Water that is not contaminated.
Vaccines.
Shelter from the elements.
You want help picking the bits of your chewed up La La Loopsy out of the dog crate because your arms are sore from too much time spent playing the Wii?
That’s not one of them.
If you spend most of your days with a roof over your head and a big bowl of something called “Cheddar Rockets” in your lap and you never have to leave your seat to even get the mail let alone find a well,
chances are you will rarely ever have an ACTUAL CRISIS.
I’m not trying to be mean.
I’m just trying to do my job as a mother.
The job that says that I need to somehow form you into an adult that doesn’t freak out every time they have to stand in a line or they don’t get the parking spot they want.
An adult that can hold it together in Costco when for some unexplicable reason Kleenex stops making their kleenex boxes in 16 oz. size and now they are 14 oz.s for the same price you were paying.
“Who checks the weight on Kleenex ANYWAY?” You May ask.
Someone, because that’s a true story.
It’s my duty that you know this.
It’s my job to make you awesome and to teach you how to handle things and to simply COPE.
So, in summary:
There are far too many nut jobs out there already.
Please, don’t be one of them.
Take a deep breath,
Assess the lists,
And just,
FOR THE LOVE,
calm down.
Mom Outnumbered
Hi! My name is Kerri Green; Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters -Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige. I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider, a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things, and the author of Mom Outnumbered; a blog about real family life, and my observations of it. My goal is to make people laugh, to be there for them when they cry, and most importantly, to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world. I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life. So welcome! Come in. Sit down. Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.
